Spontaneous Combustion

Exploding feelings across
The wide open page
As if to say—
“I am wide open for your inspection.”
Fuck that!!
Don’t inspect me!
Respect me

Who the fuck are you anyway?
Who the fuck am I for that matter?

What am I here for?
What pain must we all endure?

Here for the ride I guess!
Always skeptical
Always a receptacle

For the shit of the world
And of our own making

Is dumped
Pumped and;
Thrown,
In our face

As a spectacle

For all to see or

More likely ignore!

Go back to About me.

Diembodied Voices

In the valley where technology thrives

People are dying

Like a decaying corpses

Rotting

Stench so rancid

It curls the nose

Disembodied voices scream

To be heard

Who will hear them?

What became of community?

What became of friendship?

What became of intimacy?

What became of marriage?

What became of relationships?

What became of our voice?

What became of our choice?

Our choice, your choice, Everyone’s choice?

Do those relationships exist today?

Did they ever really exist?

Are they relics of the past?